Stolen by a Sinner (Sinners 3)
Tears shine in her eyes, her chin trembling. There is so much emotion on her face, she’s never looked more alive than she does right now.
“Did I hurt you?”
She quickly shakes her head.
“Why does it look like you want to cry.”
Unable to lower her head, she glances away from me, swallowing hard on whatever she’s feeling.
“Lara.” Her eyes swing back to mine. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Nothing.” Her voice carries a world of vulnerability, then she gives in and admits, “There are too many emotions.”
“Good ones?”
She nods, swallowing hard again.
She’s just emotional.
“It’s okay to cry,” I encourage her, thinking it might help.
She shakes her head again, and I watch as she reins in everything she’s feeling.
I don’t like it one bit and hate that she’s bottling it up. Frustration slithers into my chest, but not wanting to ruin this moment for her, I keep quiet.
When she reaches for the shirt to cover herself, I shake my head. “Don’t you dare.”
Her eyes lift to mine. “What happens now?”
“We talk.” I let go of her hair and move my hand to her face. Cupping her cheek, I ask, “How was your first orgasm?”
She thinks for a moment, then replies, “I don’t know how to describe it.”
“Try.”
I watch as she inhales, her breasts rising and falling. Lowering my hand, I brush my knuckles over her pebbled nipple.
“It felt like something exploded inside me.”
The corner of my mouth lifts as I keep touching her, loving how goosebumps spread over her skin. “And?”
“It was intense.”
I let out a chuckle. “Is it what you expected?”
My fingers brush over the scar left by one of the bullets, and regret trickles into my chest.
I almost fucking killed an angel.
“I didn’t know what to expect.”
My eyebrow lifts. “Haven’t you made yourself orgasm?”
Looking a little self-conscious, she shakes her head.
My lips curve up in a satisfied smile. “All your firsts will belong to me.” Lifting my hands to the sides of her neck, I pull her closer. My eyes keep hers prisoner as I demand, “Whenever you need to orgasm, come to me. Only I get to touch you. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, who?”
With a world of happiness in her eyes, she murmurs, “Yes, Gabriel.”
I stare at her, intense possessiveness filling every corner of my being.
Damn my soul, but I’m taking this angel for myself.
“You belong to me, Lara.”
Chapter 29
Lara
Hearing Gabriel tell me I belong to him, something unfurls deep in my soul. It gives my emotions wings, making them soar impossibly high.
He’s my boss and a dangerous man. Still, it doesn’t stop me from wanting to belong to him.
Instead of hurting me like Tymon did, Gabriel has shown me pleasure. It’s the sweetest torture I’ve ever experienced.
When he made me orgasm and my body was numb from all the pleasure, I wanted to cry. It was so intense I lost control of all my senses.
I could only see him. Feel him. Taste him. Smell him.
There was only Gabriel, and it felt like I was touching heaven.
It looks like awe fills his eyes as he stares at me. “I’m taking you as my reward.”
“For?”
“Not claiming your virginity tonight.”
Out of curiosity, I ask, “Why didn’t you?”
A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “You won’t be able to take me. It would hurt too much.”
I glance down at the wet stain on his sweatpants over his manhood. “Did you at least enjoy it?”
“Very much.” There’s a teasing tone to his voice, “You can see the proof.”
My lips curve up. “That makes me happy.”
“You love pleasing me,” he states.
I lift my eyes to his. “Yes.” I live for it.
His hands move down, over my collarbones, until he cups my breasts. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Ödülüm.”
No one has ever said that to me, and hearing the words from Gabriel, makes me think it could actually be true.
Maybe I’m not as plain-looking as I thought.
Curiously, I ask, “What does the word mean?”
“My reward.” His palms massage me until there’s a tightening in my abdomen. With his eyes locked on mine, I feel him harden beneath me, then he warns me, “If I don’t leave now, I’m going to lose control.”
I lean into his touch, but he lowers his hands to my hips, picks me up, and sets me down next to him. Rising to his feet, he stands in front of me, buttoning my shirt.
When he’s done, he nods toward the bed. “Get in.”
I climb beneath the covers, my eyes never leaving him.
Gabriel braces a hand next to my head, and leaning down, he presses a tender kiss to my lips. I feel it all the way to my toes.
Straightening up, he mutters, “Sleep before I change my mind and fuck you.”
I blink, intrigued because I find his dirty words hot.
I find everything about him hot.
I watch as he leaves my bedroom, pulling the door shut, and then I’m left with my thoughts and all the new emotions I’ve discovered.